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Unknown part 3

...one week later...

It's peaceful here at the small farm house. No noise and no trouble. It's simple living. I've really gotten use to it here. It a nice small house, I've found heaps of old pictures of a couple that lived here by the looks of it is 2027. By the looks of the pictures the couple were in there early 70's. They looked happy in the pictures.. And the house looked really good, well a lot better than what it is now. I've been resting and recovering. There's a bush right across the road, it runs the length of the road. It goes for kilometres, I'm just surrounded by country. Well in the bust I've been setting traps and there's a small river not far in where I've been catching small yabbies. They are pretty good, there's a wood fire so I've been cooking and boiling the water on that for my food and to purify the water to drink. I spend most of my days hunting/foraging and sleeping. I don't wonder to far away from the house. I feel safe here but I'm not sure. I always make sure I've closed up the house and in well before sunset, I'm wary of the night. Sometimes I hear weird noises and evan the screaming of voices in the distance but I think that's just my head playing tricks... I'm not sure. The night scares me, a specialty here. I've been planing to leave but I'm not ready to move on yet, I know I'll eventually have to but I'm just not strong enough to last 2 days without what I have here. I just don't know... I guess sometime in the next couple of weeks I'll move from here and continue my search for other people. I have a feeling that the journey that lays a head is going to be hard and push me to the limit. I need to be ready for anything. I'm not exactly fit or strong, I'm only a small man of average hight. I don't weigh much and I'm extremely skinny. I need to put on weight and gain muscle before I decided to move on. I've started setting more traps and chat hung more yabbies.

Not long ago in the bush I seen a dear. It was decant in size. I'm going to hunt it down. It'll last for at least a week and it'll be a great food source. But I need something to kill it with. A spear will be the best thing to use. I search around the outside of the house for useful items to make a spear. There is a gap under the house just big enough to fit through. Inside is manny small pipes that are the right length and weight for a spear, the pipes are rusted at both ends so it's easy to get it out. There's no running water in the pipes but that's not surprising. The pipe is sharp enough to pears skin yet. There is a small Shed out side in the yard of the house. It's locked but the wood is old so it's easy to break, but the room is empty. Abandoned. It's dark now, I return the the house and have my last meal for that day and retire to where I sleep. I woke up during the night. It was quiet, it was lonely. There was this feeling as though someone was watching, observing from a distance. Learning everything and see all. Every movement. It feel like this person or thing, whatever it was had been following me from the very moment I had awoken from my sleep in that ghostly building. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. And sat in the corner of the house with the pipe in had waiting for some ugly creature to walk into the house and stair straight at me right through my sole. And me small and weak left with a long peace of pipe to defend my life. The odds were uneven. I waited and waited and the morning came just in time.